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Ironhide’s P.O.V.
It’s been five years since I met (Y/N), and we’ve been married for three years. Even though we’ve never done it. At first, I was still feeling I’d never frag a human — just like I thought I’d never fall for one. Sometimes I wonder if (Y/N) is afraid to tell me she wants to do it. I can easily find out, but I want her to tell me, not to find out by smelling her hormone changes.
Now I want to do it, but I’m embarrassed to tell (Y/N). As I walk down the hall, I hear a couple of soldiers.
“... that really helps, and you don’t have to be embarrassed about a one-night stand.”
It’s disgusting humans film themselves doing it and upload it for millions to watch...
.... and yet here I am in my room, looking up this website. I can’t believe I’m watching this stuff.
(Y/N)’s P.O.V.
Ironhide has been acting strange for the past three days. Optimus isn’t sure why Ironhide is acting strange.
The strangeness continues as I hear groaning as I open the door. The only ones who know our code are Lennox, Jolt, Ratchet, and Prime.
“(Y/N), is that you?” Ironhide asks.
“Yes.”
“Are you ok?”
“Yeah, what’s been going on with you?”
He grunts and leaves the room with his computer. O don’t think I can say he’s stressed from the subject of a meeting and he’s running late. Something is going on.
The next day,
Ironhide’s P.O.V.
I have a mission today, something that’s routine — except for this one. While in my bipedal mode, I’m replaying the videos I’ve been watching as I walk deep into the forest. Once I know the area is clear of cons, I activate my holoform to finish the job required for the mission.
“Oh fuck,” I sigh, looking down.
Let’s add Ratchet’s holoform walking behind me. I turn to face him, and immediately he looks down.
“(Y/N) Might not know, but every Autobot does,” He explains and hands me a vibrating spike ring, “go, we should be able to handle this.”
I know my face is bright red.
(Y/N)"s P.O.V.
I knew all the Autobots would use their holoforms, but where’s Ironhide. Rather than tell me where Ironhide is, Ratchet shows me on his datapad. Though he looks like he saw something he’d rather unsee.
When I get to Ironhide’s location, I thought he was relaxing, but it’s not like him to be lazy unless a certain mech we know. Then when I got closer to him, and heard moaning. This is odd... Oh hell, he’s fucking nude and cumming. He knows I’m standing here and quickly got dressed.
“I.. um... I’m sorry,” He apologizes with a red face.
I asked how long he’s been doing this. He tells me a couple of days which would explain his odd behavior.
Ironhide’s P.O.V.
I can smell she’s interested; Well, the mission will take a while, and I think Ratchet will cover for us, so we have time. I watch her take her clothes off before getting on top of her.
“You sure you want this?”
I mean in general, and because we’re in the woods with no condoms. We haven’t talked about starting a family.
“I’ve been waiting for so long, but I wasn’t sure if you were ready.” then she gets closer to my face, “what fantasies do you have about me?” She whispers.
“I said I had no interest in fragging you, but not a do; a lot of fragging.”
I am worried I’ll screw up, but I’ve watched enough porn videos to feel like we’ve done this many times in our three-year marriage, to the point we can for an hour before that’s enough. I move (Y/N) onto my lap and get rough with her, enjoying her moaning.
“You feeling good, Ironhide/“ (Y/N) asks when I lay on the ground with her sitting on me so I can smack her aft, “I feel much better. I should watch the videos. You seem to enjoy them.”
She blushes and gets off me. I didn’t know she was setting me up to smack my aft then pull me back down on the ground, “but I still love you.”
“I love you too.”
I know Ratchet will keep the others away, and we can sleep.
Ratchet’s P.O.V.
It’s been two hours, but Ironhide’s Energon signature is strong, and I still have his location. He’d run back here if (Y/N) was injured.
YOu finally got what you wanted, didn’t you?
“Where’s Ironhide and (Y/N)?” Bumblebee asks.
“They’re fine; we’re doing fine without them.”
“Ok...”
I watch Bumblebee walk away, hoping no one else asks.